Chapter 36
Two weeks later, I was putting my cello back in its case. The Saturday performance had just finished and the others had already left.
I was dragging a little. I hadn’t had much sleep last night at Car’s. Maybe a night alone would help.
I was just closing the locks when a man walked up to me. His face looked young but he had a lot of gray in his hair.
“Ms. Anthony?” he asked.
When I confirmed that I was Chris Anthony, he reached into his pocket and handed me his business card.
“I’m Borden Collins and I work for Classical Presentations. I’d like to talk with you about some bookings.”
“Oh,” I said, I smiled, a little embarrassed. “The person you need to talk to is the first violinist. She’s already left tonight. She’s the one who handles all the business for Wind Star.”
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